Lord. You never shall repent your goodness to me; but may not I presume there was some little kindness in it, which moved you to conceal my crime?
Chr. Methought I would not have mine aunt angry with you, for all this earthly good; but yet I'll never be alone with you again.
Lord. Pretty innocence! let me sit nearer to you: You do not understand what love I bear you. I vow it is so pure, my soul's not sullied with one spot of sin: Were you a sister, or a daughter to me, with a more holy flame I could not burn.
Chr. Nay, now you speak high words; I cannot understand you.
Lord. The business of my life shall be but how to make your fortune, and my care and study to advance and see you settled in the world.
Chr. I humbly thank your lordship.
Lord. Thus I would sacrifice my life and fortunes, and in return you cruelly destroy me.
Chr. I never meant you any harm, not I.
Lord. Then what does this white enemy so near me? [Touching her hand gloved.] Sure 'tis your champion, and you arm it thus to bid defiance to me.
Chr. Nay, fie, my lord! In faith, you are to blame.
[Pulling her hand away.